Personal Narrative Essay: The Cause Of The Mishap

Once upon a time there was a girl that lived in a little white house in a very small town her name was Rachel. She was 16 years old and her parents were very strict about everything especially boys. She woke up late for school that morning, racing to get ready she forgot her homework on the table. When she arrived at school she hurried to get to first period she was 10 minutes late. Her teacher handed her the homework that she had no clue how to do. She laid her head down on the desk and began to fall asleep. She was dreaming about an attractive guy who she longed to find and that is when the bell rang. She jumped up and grabbed her things. She walked out the door and went to her locker to get books for her next class. She grabbed her books and started walking down the hall not paying attention with her head down she runs into

I wanted to tell my story about the traumatic experience that took place on October 30th, 2014. I had to face an obstacle that I thought was impossible. I soon found out it was not impossible but that it was possible just not going to be an easy task.

After practice was over james stayed to shoot some post practice shots. James was five foot eleven and was hundred forty pounds. That night he had a huge paper due tommorow for social studies but didn't feel like doing it since he already had a failing grade in the class. That day he ended up not being able to practice since his grades weren't good enough. Mr sherman said

By the time Barry woke up again, it was already a whole new day and, for the first time since Barry was taken by Hyde in May, everything looked bright and full of hope. Joe and his daughter took turn sitting by the hero's side the whole night in the med bay as Barry's conscious kept on drifting in and out, without completely waking up or completely falling asleep either, shaking and shifting in pain. There's nothing the West wouldn't have given right now to see the clear green eyes looking at them again, after so long, but it would've to wait for Joe as the detective got called to a crime scene at dawn.

Dressed in his conductor’s uniform, Dick Dreling, leads tours of the museum’s rolling stock. Dick described the Railroad Executive Car as a “Hotel on a siding, with its four beds, kitchen, and pantry.” Executives performing inspections and attending meetings used the car. It was usually the last car in the train, and could be move to a siding, because inspections may take several weeks.

    We are told from the time that we are young to take responsibility for our actions, but there are some kids out there that blame their responsibilities on others. Even though they don’t want to take responsibility for their actions someone else has to take responsibility. When being able to be part of the stories you learn things that you wouldn’t ever be able to learn without being part of it. I have learned things the hard way just to find out that I shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place. Here are some thing that I learned from this situation.

Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.

People say that siblings do not have an impact on each other, that they just fight all of the time. Well that is a lie. A sibling is a friend, family, and the one that is there when no one else might be. They are the ones that are there from the first breath, the first words, and the first steps. My brother, Donovan, is my rock. He is the one that I know that I can trust with anything. He is four years older than I am. He stands five feet and eleven inches tall. He is muscularly built with a military haircut. Usually he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Every now and then he will be in a golf shirt and khakis. He either will smell like his dog Rex or like his deodorant. His smile is one in a billion. When he talks, I hear a somewhat low voice with a hint of a country accent. He can be a bit of a smart-aleck. It seems like he constantly has to be moving. My brother is a guy that anyone would be lucky enough to know and have as their friend.

“A railroad is like a lie, you have to keep building it to make it stand.”

Stacy tugged and tugged at her foot but it wouldn’t budge. She began crying; it was the same thing all over again. I ran over to the little rundown shack where you can change the direction of the train and barged through the door. The air inside the shack was filthy and filled with dust. There were so many buttons and levers, I didn’t know what to do. Stacy kept screaming for help and I kept yelling back that I was trying. The sound of the train grew louder and inched closer and closer each second. Out of panic I switched the lever and right when the train was about to hit Stacy, it switched tracks. I ran over to Stacy to see if she was alright.

“Sweetheart, can you pass me the butter off the kitchen counter?” I say to my daughter, who was supposed to be helping me cook. Sorry to say, she decided against it at the last minute.

This is an incident that took place when I used to live in Boston in the early 60’s. I was no more than eighteen or nineteen then. I was with two friends of mine and we had been sunbathing in the beach that afternoon. I had been told to get some herring snacks for the party at my house by mother, and the A&P store was a short distance from the beach, so as soon as we were done sunbathing, we went directly the store, in our bathing suits, and we didn’t have any shoes on either !

I was in second grade and excited to begin the new school year. When I tried to greet two new students, both large boys, they stared at me and burst into sarcastic, menacing laughter, taunting me with the derogatory term “chocolate boy.” As the days went by, other students took up this taunting and then it moved to physical intimidation. I had a clear sense that danger was imminent, and I began to feel a terrible sense of vulnerability. It was at this point that I decided, after my parents’ suggestion, to learn some method of self-defense.

Have you ever realized that everything was going to be fine and normal until it happened?

Hey its me Gabriel and I'm in San Francisco California, I bet your thinking wait but didn't you get deported and yes I would have if I hadn't done what I did what did I do you ask well lets find out. So after the fight with Mr.Diaz I decided that something needed to be done so that's when I decided to put my plan into motion. You see I had already come up with a plan and now i'm gonna use it. Right I'm in that crooked Diaz's garage i'm planning on getting some cutting tools so when he leaves at the end of the work day he won't be able to brake and crash. It's the end of the day I've already cut his brakes so know to go see where he